The winter storm had blown in one of most wretched creature. the Face of Everyman surmised that this exotic bird had been separated from its flock. There was no place for this predator in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.


Draven, scion of evil, appeared in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, as if from no where. the Face of Everyman tried to remain calm. Draven scorned the vast flocks of his brethren as they swooped over nearby farm lands. He lived to perpetrate evil on his own. The venerable sage dare not speak first.


It was Free Swim Day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The pool would close for Fall cleaning. So guess who shows up? Sonny the school yard bully. The others, including the Face of Everyman, could only hunker-down and wait till he flew off.


Born with a face that only a mother could love, little Damian tried to make friends where ever he went. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was filled with new fledglings, however none seemed to want to play. the Face of Everyman seemed just as stand offish. This would be Damian’s fate. Downhearted he returned to his murmuration.


Bastrop was a gifted impersonator. Seen above he is working the lunch crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He held them under his sway for a full hour and then did twenty minutes of encore requests. the Face of Everyman was a bit embarrassed at how life like and spot on was Bastrop’s rendition of the venerable sage himself.


Slime-ball was withering under the unwavering glare of Miss Rowena. She wasn’t about to bathe with this jerk around. She would appeal to the Face of Everyman except that he never did what was expected of his managerial position. She might suggest that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa recruit a new leader. “A new broom sweeps clean.” Mom used to say.


the Face of Everyman felt a cold chill settle upon him. He knew better than to turn around and find the cause; for even in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa there could be found evil. The ghost like figure was the spawn of evil.